Raven

The fog didn't bother Raven immediately; there had been times in the past when the weather produced such a greyness, though today it seemed much thicker than usual. She was on her way to work and debating just teleporting to town to avoid it, but paused when she saw a familiar face -- Kennedy, on her way to the Reserves. Grateful to not be alone now, she greeted the other girl. They talked idly for a few minutes, until Raven could no longer ignore the chill creeping up her spine. ( ''This is not a natural fog,'' she said. )

[OOC: Preplayed with brat_intraining, who is also doing radio tonight and knows better than to mention the D word. NFI, but comments, cookies, and cuddles are always welcomed.]